In silvergreen rainy April they went down to Glastonbury on the long straight roads ...

“After many trials the God and his love end happily—tho' not all remember this c…”

“Snow not falling but flying sidewise, and sudden, not signaled by the slow curd…”

“Oh God how subtle he would have to be, how cunning... No paragraph, no phrase e…”

“With Graham Greene life is a precious, perpetual, snot-sodden whinge.”